“It’s our friends, Froggie. We don’thaveto impress them.”
“But this is the first time they’re coming to your house when we’re married.”
I quirk a brow at her. “You meanourhouse?”
“Yes, our house.”
I grab a carrot and pop it into my mouth. “You need to get used to that. You don’t want to blow our cover.”
“Sorry, I’m nervous. I want everything to be perfect.”
“Trust me.” I pull her against me. “It’s going to be fine. The guys will be happy we’re feeding them.”
“Okay.”
“Let me make you a drink to help you settle down.”
Brushing a kiss against her forehead, I grab the vodka and lemons from the refrigerator to make her usual drink.
I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s nervous for tonight. She wants everything to be perfect. No doubt a trait drilled into her by her parents.
She pulls the glasses from the cabinet and gets ice out as Ipour a shot of vodka into her glass before mixing my old-fashioned.
The two of us work in perfect sync together. It’s like we’ve always been doing this. Hell, even if we weren’t married we’d be doing this. It’s a dance we’ve been doing ever since college.
I like the fact that I get to be doing it now withmy wife.
Giving both drinks a final stir, I hand Alice hers. “Cheers to the Paddacks.”
“Cheers.”
She sips on her drink, but before she gets far, I pull her in for a kiss.
“Are you trying to get me all flustered?”
“I was hoping that and the drink would calm you down.”
“It’s making me want to do other things that we definitely don’t have time for.”
“Froggie, you’re killing me.”
“It’s a good thing you love me.” She winks at me.
“Probably why I married you too.”
“That and several bottles of champagne.”
I wish her words didn’t sting as much as they did. Did I plan on waking up in Vegas married to my best friend? No, but I find that I’m liking the idea of being married to her more and more.
Expiration on this thing be damned.
The doorbell rings, echoing around the house. Whatever ease Alice was just feeling, she appears flustered again.
“I didn’t expect them to be right on time.”
“No one wants extra drills if we’re late for practice.”
“How do I look?” she asks, doing a little spin.
